'In Santa Teresa, California, approximately eighty-five per cent of all criminal homicides are resolved. ... The victims of unsolved homicides I think of as the unruly dead: persons who reside in a limbo of their own, some state between life and death, restless, dissatisfied, longing for release. ... In the hazy zone where wakefulness fades into sleep, in that leaden moment just before the mind sinks below conscionsness, I can sometimes hear them. ... The whisper the names of their attackers ... On such nights, I do not sleep well. I lie awake listining, hoping to atch a syllable, a phrase, straining to discern in tht roll call of conspirators the name of one killer. Lorna Kepler's murder ended up affecting me that way, though I didn't learn the facts of her death until months afterwards.'
In the hazy zone where wakefulness fades into sleep, in that leaden moment just before the mind sinks below conscionsness, I can sometimes hear them. ... The whisper the names of their attackers ... On such nights, I do not sleep well. I lie awake listining, hoping to atch a syllable, a phrase, straining to discern in tht roll call of conspirators the name of one killer. Lorna Kepler's murder ended up affecting me that way, though I didn't learn the facts of her death until months afterwards.'